“Whatever you want, love,” Finn replied warmly, reveling in the vibration of Charlie’s voice against his hand as the other man spoke. There was a rush of warmth in his belly at both the sound and the feeling— the fact that the prince had any trust in him at all was something he cherished, but to have it demonstrated in front of him so readily was something else altogether. It was enough to intensify the already lingering warmth in his lower belly, and he was only slightly embarrassed to feel himself get hard as Charlie moved against him. He caught Charlie’s bottom lip between his teeth and bit down just enough to ensure that the prince would have no trouble feeling it before he soothed the bite with his tongue and mumbled a series of compliments against Charlie’s mouth that were largely muffled but seemed to boil down to ‘you’re beautiful’ and ‘thank you for letting me kiss you’ and a variety of other comments that might’ve been supplications to a god long forgotten but no less powerful in the moment.
Finn’s eyes seemed to have darkened in the few moments they’d been kissing, and he wondered what they looked like to Charlie as he pulled away and shifted again until he was kneeling on the floor in front of the prince, nudging his knees apart until Finn could press himself against the edge of the couch and settle his hands on Charlie’s thighs, his own breath escaping him relatively evenly. His hands trailed from Charlie’s thighs upwards, fingers slipping beneath the hem of the prince’s shirt to dance across the warm skin he found beneath the fabric; it was only after several moments of gently dragging his fingertips across the skin of Charlie’s stomach that Finn pushed the hem of his shirt up properly and leaned up to press a series of light, lazy kisses to the skin above the hem of Charlie’s pants. “Tell me what you want, Charlie.”
The prince wasn’t a blushing virgin. He also wasn’t a promiscuous ho either but he was blushing in the attention he was getting from Finn, attention that was white hot and delicious. The comfortable weight of the man in his lap, the steady hold of his hands, the soft kisses followed by just the right amount of discomfort with the bite to his lip to contrast it and heighten the pleasure and sensations that were tingling through him. It felt like he was being worshipped with all the praise and gratitude Finn was giving him and he smiled against the words as they sunk into his lips.
It was a bit confusing when Finn pulled away and for a moment Charlie thought he’d done something wrong. He was quickly corrected when he saw the pirate’s eyes, dark with desire, and realized that Finn was staying right there with him. There was a huff of a breath when the pirate touched him, hands moving up his thighs, making Charlie squirm in anticipation as he bit his bottom lip and grasped at the couch cushions with his hands, not sure what to do with himself. “Oh, Gott...” he breathed out when he felt the warmth of Finn’s hands on his skin, his head falling back as he closed his eyes for a moment, letting the teasing touch thrum pleasure through his body. Already hard, he gasped when Finn kissed his belly, hips pushing up instinctively as he reached out, one hand grabbing the pirate’s shirt at his shoulder, the other resting tentatively on his head, fingers playing with his hair.
What did he want? So many things but he knew what Finn meant and he need to start using his damn words like an adult. “Fuck...” the word was surprisingly soft and though he meant it as a curse, the blatant double entendre was completely lost on him in that moment, “I want...” it was so hard to think but it was important, he’d never been good at dirty talk or even just consent talk, always letting instinct and his highly attuned read of his partner to dictate what he did. It usually worked but this was... different? “I want you, Finn... bitte, this is... whatever you wanna give, I’ll.. I want... I need, uh...” Fuck...